Buchanan Street

flux and reflux
food on the go
the sun shines on the
crowds as they slope
past the shops peering
and pushing buggies
their mobile phones stuck
to their ears and girls
giggling eat ice cream
and the men swagger
and preen as the glint of
gold at ear at wrist
catches the sun's rays
as it hits the golden sandstone
blue sky and banners
Celtic tops and tuppence-
halfpenny kids holding hands the
pigeons flap and a busker
sits drumming and oblivious
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